Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 102 The Four Sects Submit, the Might of the Beast God!
(Qian Renxue's inner monologue: "Ling Han... such elegance, such power! This is the man who is worthy of me, Qian Renxue!")
("The Spirit Hall's marriage prospect! He's worth my personal effort to win over! Grandpa... it seems I must return to the Hall of Worship as soon as possible and persuade him to personally intervene! A man like this is not to be missed!")
Her fingertips unconsciously traced the window frame, as if outlining the silhouette of Ling Han. She even began to devise ways to persuade Qian Daoliu.

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In another private room of a restaurant a little closer to the square, Ning Fengzhi held a teacup, seemingly relaxed, but his sharp gaze was fixed on the square through the crack in the window.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood beside him like a twisted shadow, stroking his chin with interest: "Tsk tsk, what a grand display!"

"Old Swordsman, did you sense that? Those guys leading the team are all quite powerful!"

"Especially that Long Chen, whose crimson flames soar to the sky, and that Xue Qinglan, who's as cold as ice, tsk tsk, peak level 97 in soul power!" (Using his aura to disperse the crowd) Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his sword in his arms, closing his eyes to rest, but the sword energy around him subtly flowed, revealing the unease in his heart. He nodded slightly, his voice low: "Ji Juechen... his sword intent is even purer now."

"And that old monster who uses poison, Dugu Bo, has also become a henchman of the Beast God Pavilion." Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup and sighed softly: "The four lower sects have all fallen into his hands, and the two branch pavilions were built in seven days... The Beast God Pavilion has already become a force to be reckoned with."

"Fengzhi only hopes that Rongrong can truly learn the skills to make a living here, rather than... being swept up in the raging waves of the future."

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Top-floor office of the Spirit Hall in Heaven Dou City.

Platinum Bishop Salas stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, his obese body trembling slightly, his face as pale as paper, and his forehead covered in fine beads of cold sweat.

As he watched the four sects' teams surge toward the Beast God Pavilion like a tidal wave, and saw the four sect leaders kneeling on one knee in front of the Beast God Pavilion, swearing allegiance, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

"It's over...it's all over..." he muttered to himself, his voice trembling with fear. "Elephant Armor Sect, Fire Leopard Sect, Wind Sword Sect, Black Tiger Sect...the four lower sects that His Holiness the Pope has planned for so many years...just like that...all gone?!"

He recalled the terrified state of the two elders, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, when they were seriously injured and fled back to Spirit City a few days ago. Comparing this with the terrifying scene of all the sects submitting before him, a great fear almost overwhelmed him.

He could almost see the Pope's furious face and the tragic end he might face. He didn't even have the courage to send someone to "observe" the situation; he could only hide behind the window, trembling with fear.

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In an inconspicuous private room of a teahouse, several core disciples dressed in blue dragon-patterned outfits stood by the window with grim expressions, gazing at the iconic imposing figure of the Elephant Armor Sect and the diamond mammoth.

"That old tortoise Huyan Zhen! He actually led the entire Elephant Armor Sect to surrender to the Beast God Pavilion?!"

"Hmph! To actually be willing to be someone else's lackey!"

"The Beast God Pavilion... what immense power! They swallowed up the four lower sects in one gulp..."

Seeing the forces below now groveling and submitting to others, a sense of anger and humiliation, like the rabbit mourning the fox's death, welled up in my heart.

"A disgrace! A disgrace to the entire Soul Master world!" one of them roared. "With the Sect Master refusing to come out, allowing the Beast God Pavilion to run rampant right under the noses of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect! Where is the face of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect?!"

"Be careful what you say! That Beast God Pavilion Master Ling Han... and those Title Douluos around him... are not people we can afford to offend! Quickly send the message back to the sect and ask the sect leader to make a decision!" The eldest disciple, who was in the lead, stopped his companion's indignation with a heavy tone.

He watched as Hu Yanzhen knelt respectfully at Long Chen's signal, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with both anger and deep apprehension about the Beast God Pavilion's immense power.

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At the edge of the crowd, there were a few seemingly ordinary vendors or passersby: their eyes were gleaming, their aura was restrained, yet they carried the unique marks of their sects.

A lean, wiry man with hawk-like eyes (a spy from the Holy Dragon Sect) whispered, "Even the Elephant Armor Sect has knelt... It seems the Holy Dragon Sect's path is also cut off." Another nimble woman, as graceful as an antelope (a disciple of the Rock Antelope Sect), looked worried: "Even the four lower sects have bowed down and submitted. How are we, these small sects, supposed to survive in the future?" A figure whose aura was concealed, as elusive as a hummingbird (a spy from the Sparrow Bee Sect) quickly recorded every detail of the scene.

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at last.

On the plaza, all eyes were on them. The four massive groups—Elephant Armor Sect, Fire Leopard Sect, Wind Sword Sect, and Black Tiger Sect—led by their respective sect leaders and "escorted" by Beast God Pavilion experts such as Long Chen, finally stopped on the huge plaza in front of the Beast God Pavilion.

The silent pressure from the gathering of thousands of Soul Masters made the air seem to freeze.

"Huyan Zhen, the sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect!"

"Fire Leopard Sect Master Huo Yan!"

"Feng Bailong, the Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect!"

"Black Tiger Sect Master Hu Qianxing!"

"On behalf of the entire sect, I pay my respects to Pavilion Master Linghan!"

Under the invisible pressure, the four sect leaders stepped forward at the same time, knelt on one knee, and spoke loudly, their voices resounding through the sky!
The elders and core disciples behind him knelt down like a tidal wave:
"Greetings, Pavilion Master Ling Han! I am willing to pledge my loyalty to the Beast God Pavilion, even at the cost of fire and water!"

Thousands of people knelt in worship, their voices rising like a tidal wave!

This shocking scene signifies the complete submission of the four lower sects and the powerful rise of the Beast God Pavilion!
Ling Han stood atop the steps, like a god looking down upon all living beings. His calm gaze swept across the crowd below, carrying an absolute sense of control.

Slightly raised his hand:

"Flat body."

"From this day forward, you are all under the command of my Beast God Pavilion."

"This master does not dwell on the past, but only looks to the future."

“Meritorious deeds must be rewarded, and faults must be punished.”

"The rules of the Beast God Pavilion are ironclad!"

He raised his hand and pointed to the new pavilions on both sides:
"East Pavilion, Elephant Armor Sect, Black Tiger Sect."

"West Pavilion, Fire Leopard Sect, Wind Sword Sect."

"Master Niu Gao has arranged for us to move in."

"Within one month, rectify the sect, familiarize yourself with the rules of the Beast God Pavilion, integrate into the Beast God Pavilion, and become a true fighting force!"

"If there are any who are lazy or have disloyal intentions..."

The voice suddenly turned cold, and a soul pressure mixed with extreme cold and terrifying dragon might descended, like an invisible iceberg pressing down on everyone's hearts!

"Kill without mercy!"

The chilling killing intent felt like a tangible blade scraping against their skin. Hu Yanzhen and the others trembled, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs. They quickly bowed again, their voices trembling slightly: "We will obey the Pavilion Master's orders!"

No one dared to doubt the young pavilion master's determination and methods!
"Long Chen, Qi Xue, Ji Juechen, Dugu Bo, you will personally bring the sect leaders of these four sects to me to report back later." Ling Han withdrew his oppressive aura, and his tone returned to calm.

"Yes, young master!" Long Chen and the others bowed and accepted the order.

Hu Yanzhen and the others rose and, under Niu Gao's command, with mixed feelings, walked towards the two beast god pavilions that symbolized submission and rebirth, like a migrating herd of beasts.

(End of this chapter)